The best cat in the world, Boots, full name Pus 'n Boots, died sometime this week. We were in Spain for three weeks and had just installed a cat door so he could come in whenever. We had family and friends check on him every day, and the last time anyone saw him was the day before we got back. We got him the month we got our chihuahua, and they played and licked and groomed each other and acted like brother and sister. He was only two years old, and I just want to know what happened to him. A man two doors down had threatened to kill him some time ago, but I don't want to jump to conclusions. He was the best cat I have ever had, and don't want to think about someone doing anything bad to him. We buried him in his favorite resting spot and put a cross on it. I don't know why I registered here and posted this, but he deserves it.